Page 30 of Damaged Princess

"He joined us," Vik grunts. "I wasn't about to take my focus off you to tell him to get lost. Does it bother you?"

I bite my lip. My whole body gives a shrug. I don't know. Wolfe is hot. He's got that all American boy next door type of vibe. I'm pretty sure I could chew him up and spit him out. Except all three of them have made comments that Wolfe is a sadist. Maybe he's just good at covering who he really is? That scares me a little. Men like that can be monsters.

"Notice he didn't touch you?" Vik tilts my chin up. "And he won't unless you're comfortable with it. I'm very bad at sharing anyway." Now it's Vik's turn to shrug. He leans in close and whispers in my ear, "Although, I won't lie, watching you choke on Wolfe's cock while I fuck your tight ass…" His hard length jumps under me. "That thought really does it for me, princess."

My jaw falls open. I bury my face in Vik's neck. The thought isn't appalling. Not at all, but I don't think I'm there yet.

"Want to let him watch while I make you come on my fingers?" Vik asks, brushing his fluffy beard against my cheek.

"Okay," I agree in a shaky voice.

Wolfe stares down at me expectantly. "Make no mistake about it. If Vik didn't kill anyone who touched you, I absolutely would."

I stare up at him and his face says it all. I truly believe Wolfe is more dangerous than I ever realized. And, fuck me, that thought sends a thrill straight to my lady bits because I'm exactly that screwed up.

Chapter Eight

Wolfe

"Aww, I'm sorry, dollface. Did you mistakenly think you're in control?" I laugh. "I wouldn't dare do that right here, right now. In a club full of alphas? Nah, sweetheart. Never gonna happen. Do you know what they'd do to you if you sent a room full of alphas into rut?"

Ana shivers, but this time it isn't in pleasure. Her scent turns acrid for a few seconds. I immediately regret my callous comment. I love teasing the line of tormenting my partners, but I'm obviously out of practice.

"Shh, that wasn't a threat," I assure. "I think we both know there are only two men I'd happily watch you with."

I pull Anastasia closer. "Make no mistake about it. If Vik didn't kill anyone who touched you, I absolutely would."

Anastasia blinks up at me from under her lashes. Her nose scrunches as she studies my face. I'm just as baffled as she is. I've got no clue what I'm doing either.

All I know is that I crave the feeling of her body pressing into mine. The way her eyelashes flutter and her mouth parts as I get closer is addictive.

My eyes meet Vik's over her shoulder. He looks pissed, but nowhere close to the level of when the douchebag was touchingher. I smile at him because I'm an equal opportunity sadist. The look of misery on his face only makes my cock harder.

"Are you ready to get out of here?"

Ana gives a nod. She moves like she's about to step back, but my hand on her lower back pulls her to me.

"Up you go," I say, biting my lip and wrapping my arm around her ass. She climbs right up my torso like a sweet omega. "Did you leave anything with Chad that you need?"

"No," Ana says, shaking her head. She buries her face in my throat, and I feel like a motherfucking king. "And I'm pretty sure his name is Chance."

I snort. I literally could not care less what that fucker's name is. He's fine as a co-worker, or he was until he zeroed in on Ana. Then he became public enemy number one.

I catch Viktor's gaze and nod toward the exit. He's already in motion, with Cas hot on his heels. Big surprise. I shake my head, getting my ass in gear. I stomp toward the exit while Anastasia climbs up my torso. Her warm tongue flicks over my throat, making my hand on her ass tighten.

"Do you like to be watched, dollface?" I ask, leaning forward in my chair.

She shrugs, trying to bury her face in Vik's throat as she faces him. Vik's huge hands spread her cheeks apart as she kneels over his lap. It pulls her pussy apart every time he flexes his hand on her ass.

A low growl escapes my chest. I'm about to fucking pounce. Her tight little hole clenches around nothing. My cock is rock-hard, pushing against my zipper as I stare at her slick pink slit.

"She's nice and red, isn't she?" Vik taunts.

Her ass is red and his finger marks are fully visible in multiple places. Goddamn, I've never been jealous of Vik before Anastasia, but I'd literally give anything to be in his place right now.

"God, yes," I growl. "Fuck me, you're actually dripping."

I couldn't force myself to look away if I tried. Which I'm not because I very much want to see this.

---